"Suppose I'd a new one, and could lend it to you?" said Lesbia quickly. "A lovely half-guinea one!"
"You don't possess half a guinea to buy one, my child!"
"But I do! I've got the money, and I'm going to get the racket I shall go to Graham's to-morrow for it."
"I thought your savings box was empty again? How in the name of wonder did you come by ten and sixpence?"
"Never you mind—I've got it, and that's the main point," replied Lesbia, turning very pink.
"But how?"
"I shan't tell you! Leave me alone, Gwen! You've no right to pry into my affairs. I never bother about yours. Let go my arm!" and Lesbia, blushing even more furiously, wrenched herself free and fled towards the house.
Lesbia seldom had secrets, so her conduct was the more astonishing. Gwen gazed after her in great surprise, half inclined to follow her and press the point; but remembering that her Latin for the next day was still unprepared, she fetched her books instead, and buried the remembrance of her sister's strange behaviour in Virgil and a dictionary.